I’d hated it as a kid. I never went trick or treating, I'd almost drowned bobbing for apples, and my parents never bought sweets or costumes.Then, t...ere I was in a pub listening to one the best, and one of the loudest, bands I’d ever heard. OK, so maybe I hadn’t come to this venue by accident. OK, so maybe I hadn’t gone for the most subtle outfit in the world. I wore a see through top, short leather skirt, hold ups, and what could only be described as fuck me boots, all under the guise of a. Before anyone could say anything else, angry shouts could be heard from theother side of the ruins. "You're married?" Well it appears, my dear Isabelle, that you're not the only one upset atour good Captain." The Sylph giggled. "I'm disappointed I didn't get aninvitation."The silver haired Baroness let out a long sigh. "You're having a good timearen't you?"Dacie nodded, tears beginning to form in her eyes, "Oh yes, a very goodtime." And you have children, too?" Another scream echoed throughout. I waited until my curiosity got the better of me before I tiptoed down the hallway and peeked into the kitchen.He was naked again and sitting in a chair staring into space. He was looking upward, out the window toward the moon, with a wistful look. His white skin had a patina of polished silver, his legs were spread apart and they extended straight out. It appeared he was sunbathing in the moon’s light.Moonbathing leapt into my mind. This is exactly what he was doing with his butt on the edge. What goes on in this room tonight stays in this room. You are not to tell anyone else about what we will do this evening nor whom you were with this evening. Do you agree with these three conditions? If not, you may leave now.”“I agree, Mr. Bronco” Celia answered.“OK, very good” Rod said. “Celia, I want you to take Sethy’s clothes off but do it slowly and deliberately. I want to watch this and I want to enjoy it.”“Oh my God!” I thought. “That bitch Celia is going to strip me!! Oh shit!” I.